Anywho.
I've also tried to reinstall Ubuntu on my computer, and, because of a certain operating system which I installed after it, I can't boot Ubuntu. Daddy's been sort of voulenteering his talent to remedy this, but who wants to get down and get working when there's an OS to bash?
We also had the blessed privilige of visiting some friends and watching a movie...namely
What's Up, Doc? (1970-80s)
Honestly, I have never, never, never seen a funnier romance in my life. The girl...wait. There are two, but, when I say, the girl, it shouldn't be too hard to tell, after watching the movie, there's only one I could possibly be talking about. The girl was just totally unequalledly epic. She was the most shameless lady I could possibly imagine, and the somewhat vague but nonetheless near five-star impersonation of Bugs Bunny was a fine touch. I'm a little annoyed that it got a mere G rating, but it does almost live up to it. The lady just won't give up on the guy. It's not particularly his fault, but he kind of threw her off a buidling and she didn't so much as mention it. She lived, though. There's some aspect of her that's hard to place, but I think she knows how to smile like there's no tomorrow. Something like that. There's no regret.
Siiiggghhh. I definitely want to see it again.
Oh, yes. I might also start a several-part course in basic computer terminology.
Your school-laden, (UPTDATE) egg and eye-frying, and photo-taking reporter,
!Noah!
Honestly, I have never, never, never seen a funnier romance in my life. The girl...wait. There are two, but, when I say, the girl, it shouldn't be too hard to tell, after watching the movie, there's only one I could possibly be talking about. The girl was just totally unequalledly epic. She was the most shameless lady I could possibly imagine, and the somewhat vague but nonetheless near five-star impersonation of Bugs Bunny was a fine touch. I'm a little annoyed that it got a mere G rating, but it does almost live up to it. The lady just won't give up on the guy. It's not particularly his fault, but he kind of threw her off a buidling and she didn't so much as mention it. She lived, though. There's some aspect of her that's hard to place, but I think she knows how to smile like there's no tomorrow. Something like that. There's no regret.
Siiiggghhh. I definitely want to see it again.
Oh, yes. I might also start a several-part course in basic computer terminology.
Your school-laden, (UPTDATE) egg and eye-frying, and photo-taking reporter,
!Noah!
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